In just three months, I'll break a promise
A promise I made to a child
I'll cross the stage and dig up her grave
Tossing her into the wild
I'll turn my tassel and embrace the future
Throwing a cap in the air
Tears in her eyes, "You said we would die."
Something she made me swear
She rose from her knees and took a pledge
Tired of praying for death
"If God will not kill me, promise you'll do it."
Ready for her final breath
She was 10 years old when she made me promise
Promise that we would die
When I stand on that stage, she'll be watching
I know she'll ask me why
Tired and weeping, she'll curse me for living
"Why are we still here?"
Because death was unknown, and I was a liar
The end is never near
They'll call me brave, but I am a coward
Fear keeps me alive
Scared of Hell, I'll on suffer on Earth
Knowing I'll never thrive
Each passing year, I'll break a promise
The promise of one last breath
I'll cross that stage, dreading the future
I'm still praying for death.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
